~One Year Later~
The sun was was just going down as Wade and Peter tumbled into bed. They had a big day tomorrow and they both needed to get rest.
"You know, by the end of tomorrow, you'll be a married man," Wade said, spooning Peter from behind.
"I should have been a married man already."
"Are you seriously gonna hold that over my head for the rest of our lives?"
"Of course I am." Peter patted the arm that was wrapped around him playfully.
"I suppose it's well deserved."
"Yes, it is."
They settled in, both content and happy, thinking about what tomorrow would bring.
"Wait," Wade said, eyes snapping open. "It's 8 fucking 'o clock, why are we going to bed right now?"
"Well, we have to wake up early tomorrow and we need rest... Yeah, you're right. Why are we going to bed at 8?" Peter rolled around to face his fiancé.
"Why don't we have a little fun instead?" Wade wiggled his non-existent eyebrows.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm saving myself for my wedding night," Peter said, pulling the covers up over his nose and batting his eyelashes.
"That's not what you said last night."
"Wade!" Peter giggled.
"You're full of shit, baby boy! I'm calling you out!" Wade laughed and rocked them both side to side.
As they settled down, they looked at each other. They were both so happy again. Peter leaned in and gave Wade a short kiss.
"I love you, Wade."
"I love you too, Peter."
Years later, their 6 year old daughter, Ellie, came home from school crying.
"Daaaaaddddyyyyy! They said I looked funny!"
"Who did?" Wade crouched down to be at her level.
"The kids at school! They said I didn't look right."
"They said that about my baby girl? Nonsense! Why on Earth would they think that?" Wade said in what Peter called his "Dad Voice."
"Because they said my birthmark was weird."
"Your birthmark?" Peter walked into the living room from the kitchen in their new house. "What's wrong with your birthmark?"
"They said that normal kids don't have a big birthmark on their face, an-and that it looks weird because it's a heart," she said, tears streaming down her face.
Ellie, Wade's birth daughter and Peter's adopted, who they got through a surrogate mother, had a big birthmark on her right cheek, in the shape of a heart.
"You're not a normal kid! You're my kid. And your pop's kid. And that makes you special," Wade said.
"Darling, come here." Peter sat on the floor and pulled Ellie into his lap, wiping her face. "Do you know what my favorite part about you is? Well, other than who you are on the inside?"
"No," her tiny voice said.
"Your birthmark."
"Really?"
"Yes, ma'am. Do you want to know why?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Because it reminds me of your dad."
Her little face looked over at Wade, who threw a little wave her direction.
"Because he has marks like mine?"
"Exactly. Because every time I look at you, I can see your dad too. And I'm reminded of how much I love him, and how much he loves me. And how that love brought you to us."
She smiled, already feeling better from her parents' kind words.
"Am I pretty?" she said suddenly, making her dads look at each other in surprise.
"Of course you are sweetie, mark and all." Wade put a hand on her soft cheek.
"I think you're pretty too, daddy."
With that, she got up from her pop's lap and ran to her room as Wade and Peter laughed happily at their daughter's remark.
"I think you're pretty too," Peter said, pressing a kiss to his husband's cheek.
"Thanks, baby boy."
